Перевод песни Tori Amos – Blood Roses

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Blood Roses, blood Roses
Back on the street now
Blood Roses, blood Roses
Back on the street now
Can't forget the things you never said
On days like these gets me thinking
When chickens get a taste of your meat
Chickens get a taste of your meat, yes
You gave him your blood
And your warm little diamond
He likes killing you after you're dead
You think I'm a queer
I think you're a queer
Said I think you're a queer
I think you're a queer
And I shaved every place where you've been
I said, I shaved every place where you been
God knows I know I've thrown away
Those graces
God knows I know I've thrown away
Those graces
God knows I know I've thrown away
Those graces
The Belle of New Orleans
Tried to show me once how to tango
Wrapped around your feet
Wrapped around like good little roses
Blood Roses, blood Roses
Back on the street now
Blood Roses, blood Roses
Back on the street now
Now, now, now you've cut out the flute
From the throat of the loon
At least when you cry now
He can't even hear you
When chickens get a taste of your meat
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
When he suck you deep, yes
Sometimes you're nothing but meat